Sun’s angels

I stand by the window,
hugging my mug.
It’s still cold outside
and I’m still cold inside.

I’m watching the sun rise,
I’m watching it’s angels
being send through the sky,
being send out to warm all.

I used to be greeted,
I used to be hugged.
Now they pass me by
as if I’m not even here.

And I know – I am tainted,
I know I have sinned,
I know I’ve done too much
and not nearly enough.

Alenka H., 2022

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